Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
As far as the eye could see, a swarm of dark clouds moved toward Chu Ming, the buzzing sound emanating from within the clouds.
When the dark clouds moved within ten meters of Chu Ming, he finally saw their true form. They were swarms of fist-sized giant bees.
The bees' bodies were silver-white, with sharp, glistening teeth, densely packed in the thousands, stretching endlessly.
"Soul devouring bees?!"
Inside Chu Ming's dantian, the face of the ancient Sword Emperor's remnant soul changed drastically upon seeing the bees, unable to suppress a shocked exclamation.
"What are soul devouring bees?" Chu Ming's spiritual power erupted, forming a seamless defensive barrier around him, as he asked slowly.
